Steve Is On The Prowl Jolly Phonics · Step 3, Unit 9: /ou/ mixed

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Steve Is On The Prowl

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Page 1
On the right side of the image, Steve stands beneath a large tree in an open plains biome during golden-hour lighting, with a warm sunset glow painting the sky in golds and oranges behind him. He has a determined expression, standing upright and looking outward as if searching for someone. The left side of the image is clear plain background. The scene is outdoors with rolling grassy terrain and scattered trees visible in the distance.

Steve counts and counts. Then he shouts aloud, 'Look out, Alex! Here I come!' Steve stands tall under the tree and scans the land like a very grim scout. Alex is out there. And Steve plans to hunt Alex down fast.

Page 2
On the left side of the image, Alex is running at full speed through open fields, dashing past a large tree with a leafy canopy overhead. Tall crops and wildflowers blur past her as she sprints, her orange hair and green tunic clearly visible against the golden landscape. She has an excited, mischievous expression as she searches for a hiding spot. In the background, a suburban neighbourhood with houses and fences is visible far off in the distance. The scene is set in warm golden-hour lighting matching the sunset from the previous page. The right side of the image is open sky and plain background, clear for text overlay.

Alex zooms past the flowers, swift as an arrow. Her feet just skip on the grass. She grins a big, wide grin. The town is far off. Out here there are so many spots to hide. She just must find the best one.

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On the right side of the image, Steve walks with big, determined steps through a field of tall grass near a large old oak tree, scanning left and right with a focused expression. The grass sways around his legs as he strides forward mid-step, searching actively. The scene is set outdoors in warm golden-hour lighting with a wooden house sitting quietly in the distance and scattered flowers across the grassy landscape. The left side of the image is open background suitable for text overlay.

Steve marches in the tall grass with big, grand steps. Left. Right. Left. Right. He checks all around the old oak tree. He checks by the wood house. He checks under a rock far too wee to hide Alex. 'Alex can not hide all day,' he says with a huff. 'I am the best at this game.'

Page 4
On the left side of the image, Steve stands on a grassy hillside, his eyes wide and brows furrowed, mouth open in a startled, alert pose as if he just heard a twig snap, with small red alert lines beside his head. He wears a teal shirt and blue trousers, his fists clenched and body tensed like a hunter on the chase. Below him in the tall grass, The Dog — a small, round-bodied dog with a fluffy white coat, pink shading on its ears and curled fluffy tail, and a black nose — stands clearly visible, smiling up happily. A crumbling stone ruin peeks out from the trees behind Steve. The scene is set outdoors in warm golden-hour lighting with a lush green landscape, blocky trees, and tall grass. The right side of the image is open pale-green background for text overlay.

Snap! A twig cracks in the grass. It sounds so loud! Steve stands very still. A small, sly thing is on the prowl right by Steve's feet. 'A-ha!' Steve shouts. He crouches down and pounces. 'Tag! I found...'

Page 5
On the left side of the image, Steve stands on the grassy field looking down at The Dog with a mix of relief and disappointment, his shoulders slightly slumped — it's not Alex. On the right side, The Dog stands facing the viewer with a happy expression and tail curled up, a small round-bodied dog with a fluffy white coat, thin black stick-like legs, and pink accents. Behind them, a farm with a wooden barn and fenced area is visible in the mid-ground, surrounded by green trees and flowers. The Dog is mid-trot, about to cheerfully head off on its own adventure. The scene is set outdoors in warm golden-hour lighting with a soft sky and gentle clouds.

It is a dog! A glad, bouncy dog with a tail that wags and wags. Steve groans. 'A dog! Cute, but not Alex.' The Dog yips, licks Steve's hand, and trots off to sniff at an old log. What a big help that is.

Page 6
On the left side of the image, Steve steps off a dirt path and heads into a patch of tall grass beneath a large tree, his eyes focused intently on the grass ahead with a curious, hopeful expression. A wooden fence lines a yard behind him. Partially hidden deep in the tall grass, a small glimpse of Brat Cat is barely visible — just a hint of black-and-white fur and bright green eyes peeking through the blades, suggesting something is lurking there. The scene is set outdoors in warm golden-hour lighting with lush green grass and scattered flowers. The right side of the image is open sky and plain background, clear for text overlay.

Steve spots a thing in the tall grass under a huge tree. It peeks out at Steve. It blinks. So sly! Hiding down low in the grass! 'That must be Alex!' Steve whispers. He drops to a crouch. He creeps in, inch by inch...

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On the right side of the image, Steve stands in a field of tall grass that reaches up to his chest, pushing through it like wading through a wave. He has a determined but slightly frustrated expression, still searching. A large leafy tree is visible behind him. In the left-centre background, Brat Cat — a small black-and-white tuxedo cat — is glimpsed slipping away through the grass, its fluffy tail disappearing into the foliage as it slinks off. Pink clouds drift across the quiet golden-hour sky above. The left side of the image is plain background suitable for text overlay.

It is a cat. A grumpy black and white cat. Brat Cat gives Steve one long, grouchy scowl and slinks off in the grass. 'Oh, come on!' Steve shouts, and he throws his hands up. Pink clouds drift in the quiet sky. The clouds do not want to help him one bit.

Page 8
On the left side of the image, a large dark mine shaft or hole opens up in the grassy field, with exposed dirt and stone walls descending steeply into darkness below — an old mine dug long ago for coal. On the right side, Steve stands at the edge of the hole looking down into it with a surprised expression. Near the edge of the hole, Chicken — a cute, round white chicken with a bright red comb, small yellow-orange beak, and large round black eyes — stands peering down into the dark depths with calm, naive eyes. The scene is set outdoors in warm golden-hour lighting with green grass surrounding the mine opening.

Then Steve finds a hole. A big, deep, dark hole in the ground. A little white chicken stands at the rim and peers down into the dark. It does not fret at all. Steve peers down too. 'Alex?' he calls aloud. 'Is that Alex down there?' The chicken blinks at him. The chicken is not Alex.

Page 9
On the right side of the image, inside the deep stone-walled hole, Steve is crouched partway down, actively building a ramp out of dirt and wooden blocks to help Chicken escape. He has a kind, focused expression as he works. Chicken stands on a stone ledge nearby, looking out with calm, naive eyes, waiting patiently to be rescued. The hole is made of dark grey stone blocks with patches of reddish-brown dirt on the walls. Warm golden-hour light filters down from the opening above. The left side of the image shows the stone wall interior, with space for text overlay.

But a hen is stuck down there! She sits on a stone slab inside the shaft and blinks up at Steve as if this is all just fine. Steve sighs. He makes a ramp with dirt and planks, and the hen trots up and out. 'One hen safe,' Steve huffs. 'And still no Alex.'

Page 10
On the left-centre of the image, Steve is slumped on the ground among a field of colourful tulips, sitting with his elbows on his knees and his head drooping in frustration and exhaustion. His expression is annoyed and defeated — he hasn't found a single hint of Alex. Red, yellow, and white tulip blooms create a sea of colour around him, but he doesn't care. The scene is set outdoors in a warm golden-hour meadow dotted with tulips, bordered by tall leafy trees under a sky with golden and pink-tinged clouds. The right side of the image is mostly open green grass and a tree trunk, providing clear space for text overlay.

Steve sits down in the flowers. Red ones. Yellow ones. White ones. Blooms as far as he can see, and Steve just sulks. 'That is it. Alex wins. I bet she is back home right now with a big, big grin.' The best seeker in town has found a dog, a cat, a chicken, and a hole. But no Alex.

Page 11
On the right side of the image, Steve stands facing a large tree trunk, his eyes wide with excitement and surprise as he spots something. Partially hidden behind the tree, Alex peeks out — her leg and part of her green tunic and orange hair visible as she is caught mid-movement trying to dart away to a new hiding spot. The outdoor scene is set in a warm golden-hour garden with colourful tulips and flowers scattered across a grassy area, with lush green trees and a sky with golden and pink-tinged clouds in the background.

Then Steve sees it. One leg! Poking out by the big tree. Right there, just steps off, tucked down in the flowers. Steve gasps. Steve's mouth gapes wide. Alex is right here! Right here all this time! Wow!

Page 12
On the left side of the image, Steve is reaching forward and tapping Alex on the shoulder — tag! Alex is caught mid-turn with a surprised, laughing expression, her orange hair swinging and green tunic visible as she reacts to being tagged. Steve has a triumphant grin on his face. The scene is set outdoors in a warm golden-hour grassy area dotted with colourful tulips and daisies, with a large tree trunk nearby and wooden houses visible in the background. Pink-tinged clouds glow in the late-afternoon sky. The right side of the image has open space for text overlay.

Steve creeps up on quiet feet. One step. Two steps. Alex has not spotted Steve yet. Then, quick as a cat (a cute cat, not a grumpy one), Steve reaches out and... 'Tag!' Steve taps Alex before she can run. Alex turns round with a gasp and a grin. 'Wow!' she yells. 'I am it now!' 'Yes!' Steve grins. 'And look out! There is a hole out there!'

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